The Golden Greenhouse
The first thing you notice is the smell. It is not the scent of rotting vegetation or damp earth, but a sharp, metallic tang, like ozone before a storm, mixed with the sterile, antiseptic bite of hospital corridors. You are standing in a room that defies Euclidean geometry. The walls are not walls but a shimmering, translucent membrane, pulsing with a faint, arterial red light. Through this...
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